Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan came to Lu's house and made a bet with Lu Ming

+++++++++++++ Lu Zhan's face turned red and said, "Ma Xiaoquan, you are a junior, how dare you be so presumptuous?" ”

Ma Xiaoquan also did not show weakness: "Old man Lu, my sister-in-law is from my Ma family, and your Lu Ming openly molested my sister-in-law, as a member of the Ma family, do you think I will swallow my anger?" ”

Lu Zhan frowned: "You are in my Lu family now, don't forget it."

Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "Old man Lu, the royal law of the Ming Dynasty stipulates that lynching is not allowed, before I go out, my grandmother also knows about my coming to the Lu family, if I can't go home completely today, I guess with my grandmother's temperament, if I don't have a mess with your Lu family, I'm afraid I won't give up, right?" ”

"Okay~ What a fourth son of the Ma family! Okay, I'll do this on behalf of Ming'er and you! ”

Lu Ming exclaimed: "Grandpa? ”

Lu Zhan stretched out his hand: "Needless to say, Ming'er, if you lose, you are willing to gamble and lose!" ”

"Grandpa!"

"Shut up!" Lu Zhan's face darkened, "I'm not afraid of being a grandfather, what are you afraid of as a junior?" ”

Lu Ming's face flushed, and he finally closed his mouth.

Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "Old man Lu, I didn't expect you to be so understanding, ouch, okay, then I should make this bet!" ”

"Good, good!" Lu Zhan smiled, "Come on, bring paper and pen." ”

As soon as the order was given, someone immediately sent paper and pen.

"Oh, it seems that Old Man Lu has already prepared, okay, it's okay~ Oops, the brush, tsk, compared to the previous carving knife, it's very good." Ma Xiaoquan reached out and picked up a wolf hair and turned it around lightly.

Ma Xiaoquan made a difficulty, although in the late Han Dynasty, most of the carving knives and bamboo slips were used, but the carving knives and bamboo slips at that time were at least hard, which was the closest to Ma Xiaoquan, who was used to using a fountain pen ballpoint pen; But now I have a brush in my hand, although it is a wolf's hair, but it still feels very soft to use, and it will be very time-consuming to write like this.

"Hmm~~" Ma Xiaoquan thought for a while, turned his head and asked Li Qinghan, "Sister-in-law, do you know how to write?" ”

Li Qinghan glanced at Ma Xiaoquan: "What, do you want me to ghostwrite?" ”

Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "Sister-in-law, you are too smart, my words are too ugly, it's unbearable, you say, if I write poems, because my words are ugly, Old Man Lu and Lu Ming will play a trick again, wouldn't it be too wrong?" ”

"Ma Xiaoquan, you are presumptuous!" Lu Ming shouted.

Ma Xiaoquan turned his head and glanced at Lu Ming: "Hey, a lesson from the past, I have to do this, sister-in-law, how about you ghostwrite?" ”

Li Qinghan thought for a moment and nodded lightly

"Okay, then don't talk nonsense, let's start~" Lu Zhan glared at Ma Xiaoquan and continued, "The rules are very simple, whoever of you writes the most poems will win, time, an hour." ”

Ma Xiaoquan sneered, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu has a data device in his body, and he doesn't dare to boast about anything else, just the poems and songs are more than you guys can imagine, hum, isn't it the Ming Dynasty now, then Lao Tzu will give you some poetry of the Qing Dynasty and modern times.

"Sister-in-law, are you okay?"

Li Qinghan smiled slightly: "No problem, trust me." ”

Ma Xiaoquan nodded, and nodded again at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan raised his hand and announced, "The competition begins." ”

Lu Ming had already sharpened his knife, and Lu Zhan's password was given, and Lu Ming started writing without thinking.

Ma Xiaoquan did not show weakness, pretended to think about it, and immediately said it.

Looking at Li Qinghan again, he was surprised by Ma Xiaoquan's ability to export chapters, and at the same time, Li Qinghan's hand did not stop, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote line after line of fly-headed small letters on rice paper.

Lu Zhan shuttled back and forth between Li Qinghan and Lu Ming, looking at the poems written by these two, Lu Zhan was secretly shocked.

Lu Zhan knew something about Lu Ming's literary talents, but Lu Zhan rarely asked about it in normal times, but he didn't expect Lu Ming's kung fu to write poetry so well without the slightest pause.

A sense of pride floated in Lu Zhan's heart, the Lu family had Lu Ming, and Lu Zhan felt content.

Looking at Li Qinghan again, although she is a ghostwriter, Li Qinghan's pen is very fast, and it is consistent with Ma Xiaoquan's dictation, and what surprises Lu Zhan even more is that Ma Xiaoquan's export chapter has not been stuck at all, and those poems are something that Lu Zhan has never heard.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and at this time, Lu Ming began to pause obviously, while Ma Xiaoquan was still dictating "his poems" in an orderly manner.

Lu Zhan became nervous, he didn't want Lu Ming to lose at this juncture.

"Ming'er, calm down, grandpa believes you can do it~"

Lu Ming raised his head and hummed heavily.

Lu Zhan's sentence was very effective, and Lu Ming, who was still a little stuck, suddenly continued to write like a chicken blood

In a blink of an eye, another moment passed, at this time, Lu Ming finally did not have the previous "chicken blood state", Lu Zhan encouraged Lu Ming many times, but Lu Ming was already out of words, no matter how much Lu Zhan encouraged, it was useless.

Watching Lu Ming write a sentence of cards, Ma Xiaoquan laughed and asked Li Qinghan: "Sister-in-law, how many poems have you written?" ”

Li Qinghan raised his head, gently wiped the fragrant sweat on his forehead, and replied, "It's already thirty-seven." ”

"What? Thirty-seven? Lu Ming was stunned, he even wanted to write it, so far he has only written twenty-two songs, how can Ma Xiaoquan be able to produce thirty-seven songs, why?

"Ming'er, don't be distracted, Ma Xiao is all deceiving you~"

Ma Xiaoquan haha: "Fraud? There is no old man Lu, your eyes can see, even if I don't let my sister-in-law write now, Lu Ming will never be able to write the same number of poems as me. ”

Lu Ming was anxious: "Ma Xiaoquan, this is what you said, you have the ability to stop~"

Ma Xiaoquan smiled and spread his hands: "Stop, stop!" Sister-in-law, you're tired of handwriting, stop. Let's wait for Lu Ming to see if Lu Ming can write fifteen poems with this moment left. ”

Li Qinghan nodded, mumbled, slowly put down the brush, moved his shoulders, and gently rubbed his hands. \ Ma Xiaoquan unhurriedly brought Li Qinghan a cup of tea and let Li Qinghan drink it, Li Qinghan smiled slightly, took the teacup, and tasted it carefully.

Worried that Lu Zhan and Lu Ming would be cheating, Ma Xiaoquan stood quietly and didn't bother much.